I knew it.
I swear I did.
From the moment you expressed your lack of interest for anything having to do with romance.
I’m not quite sure what I knew,
But I KNEW.
Maybe it was the fact that I would be happy memorizing the curves of your mouth by tracing your lips with my fingers in the dark.

Remember when you said that bit about not actually being hungry,
You just wanted flavors in your mouth.
There’s something endearing about the fact that we've fallen into an unconventional routine.
Perhaps because in traditional relationships it’s something people fear.

The casualty with which we regard the fact that though we have yet to meet,
Our lives will soon intersect indefinitely.
As if it were normal.
As if we care.

I’m far too susceptible to the way you seem to blink in slow motion
when you’re overdue for a good night’s sleep.
My favorite place to be is with you in my daydreams,
Thinking about things that could soon be reality.
Everyone and everything appears dull compared to way your eyes glimmer.

Have I told you that I adore?

No doubts need to be tamed babe, just hold on for some time till we are actually face to face. It's obvious that we are still quite young and the world will think of us accordingly. You needn't get worried.

The sky which is overcast right now will be all clear in near future. You needn't hurry and to err buddy. Instead you need to keep in mind that we're inseparable by that hidden string which binds both of us together.

is just a word used
to describe me.
You don’t look
long enough at me to really
see though.

I didn’t laugh when I realized
what I was.
It wasn’t new, I knew
how my mind worked.
The word wasn’t new either.
Just the label of being a
psychopath.

The insanity of my sanity
has long since made me
comfortable relaxed amused by my
wild
untamable
uncaring traits.

Who I am
what I am-
it taunts me so dearly,
never leaving my mind.

Resting in the crooks
corners
nooks
that my mind has available.

It's the middle of the Night,
I wake with a great Fright.

I must drive Home,
Then I won't be so Alone.

I pack up a Bag,
For not a moment do I Lag.

I started to Drive,
At sunset I would Arrive.

The snow was coming Down,
It was white out all Around.

Driving faster and Faster,
I'd regret it all After.

Snow had covered the Ice,
Driving was a gamble, and I tossed the Dice,

Sliding along the Road,
My mind a heavy Lode.

Cutting over in front of Me,
The semi I almost did not See.

My foot heavy on the Brake,
My whole body began to Shake.

My life flashing before my Eyes,
No one ever heard my Cries.

Sliding, black ice, holding on with all my Might,
I spun through the air that horrid winter Night

Crashing down in a Ditch,
I cried, I shook, I felt my heart Twitch.

I looked up in front of Me,
A small white cross I could See.
Why God would You save Me?

Not a scratch, or a bruise, at least nothing that was New,
I was so scared, I had no idea what to Do.

There was smoke I could Smell,
At least I thought I could Tell,

I took the key Out,
There was no getting free, of that I had no Doubt.

It seemed like forever I sat in the Dark,
Waiting to see a single Spark.

I turned the engine back On,
The road I attempted to drive back Upon.

I don't know how I drove back Up,
To pull me out I assumed I'd need a Pickup.

Back on the road I began to Cry,
This was so stupid, why did I even Try?

Turning around I began my slow journey Back,
The night was dark, cold, and Black.

Tomorrow again I'd Go,
Perhaps then they will have cleared the Snow.

Then maybe I can make it Home,
With my family I am never Alone.

On this cold winter night I thank you God,
You saved my life, Your strength I Applaud.

its bittersweet
but he's so rotten.
I just miss love.
The feeling
not the place and time.
Not HIM.
but just... the thought.
The feel.
at times
all the time..
wondering if I'll see you again
not knowing if I want to.
Just set me back
just pull me down.
into that HOLE.
Remember the one you dug?
When you ****** the whole trust thing
and ****** some one else.
It really ****** with my head
and ****** up my heart.
You keep saying how its sad..
that I cry every day

but I've come to terms with that
and it doesn't change a thing.

Years and years of page after
page,
sscratching, smudging, flicking the pen
putting off disappointment...
nothing looks like how it looks in my head.
Poor world, poor me.
Suddenly I look down
at my hands on the page,
My hands did it for my head,
not really, my head merely agrees and possesses the
arrogance to think
itself in charge.
Charcoal resembling my
insides, finally there on
the outside.
Fruit fly lands on the
fruits of my hearty hands.
Both drunk on wine but
unprepared I flatten in
on the page,
poor world, poor fly...
My perfect picture,
punctuated with the smudge
of life.